This is a song about "Pray the lord my glocks to keep"

He appreciates your support

Praise to the heavenly lord.

Cause i'mma look that part until i'm all broke, yea

I have the instinct to make little faggots my pray

My whole neighborhood's baptist, and so i pray to the sky,

I told her all about how we been living a lie

I'ma send him on a fully paid visit to the lord

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

My faith's grown, you can check mate, i pray to the lord

In an ocean full of sharks bout to come up short

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

I think then "can i convince the lord to forgive my sins?"

Why every time i leave home bitches thirsty?saying she be with a nigga all night

Red sea departed the ocean just for me i dedicate my life to you lord you died

That's important to me, important you see to trust the lord,

You faggots can buy chains but utopia can't afford